Remember the Name

Valencia‘s Carlos Soler is only just beginning: “It was the first time that Mestalla sang my name. I remember hearing, 'Carlos, Carlos.' You never forget it.”

The phenoms of today, the legends of tomorrow. You'll want to remember these names.

Where is this story going next? What will I achieve? What is the ending? I don’t know, but I have really big dreams.

Representing your country? How cool is that?

How can you even racially talk about somebody else, and discriminate them because they're a different colour to you?

Juventus’ latest star Moise Kean learnt how to be a footballer on an asphalt pitch by his local church. Greatness from small beginnings.

Once I was so desperate to play football that I stole a ball from a priest. And I thank God every day that I did.

From pretending to be Messi on the playground to facing him in this year's Champions League, Houssem Aouar worked so his heroes became his rivals. And he's just

I think it was when I left PSG at 14 or 15. It was a turning point.

I missed France’s World Cup win in ’98. And didn’t make the team for 2018. But the next time France makes a World Cup final, I’ll be there.

Football is crazy, I’m telling you. Like you could be sitting there one day and just playing football with your mates. And then the next day, you could get call

I was just praying that he was gonna call me. Then when he called me, all that adrenaline was just like rushing through my body, especially playing against Braz

It was October 31, a Serie A game against Pescara — my first match on the bench. For me all was new. The locker room, all red and black.

My journey hasn’t been simple. But it’s not over. Not even close.

My parents wouldn’t let me and my brother play too far from the front door of our home.

I want to tell you about me, Amine. I feel like maybe you don’t know me that well right now. But you will one day. I’m going to make sure of that. And when you

Because I was a bit smaller than the other kids, my dad knew that winning the ball in the air wasn’t going to be easy for me.

I’d do all the things my dad taught me on the pitch while, about 200 metres away, he slept in the car in the parking lot.

In Lisbon, I’ve found my joy again. It took some time, some trust.

When you have the surname Kluivert, a lot of people expect something of you. ... I will show you. On the pitch, I will show you.